[When the creature neglects to eat him, Chekov takes notice of the young woman accompanying it. His universal translator doesn't know her language, but it hums away in its attempt to learn. Until it's been given enough material to work with, it'll be next to useless. Knowing that she won't understand him, he gives up on the phaser and puts his hands up in what he hopes is a universal gesture of peace and please-don't-kill-me. She sounds startled. Startled isn't good.]
Ensign Pavel Chekov. [He speaks in calm, slow Standard. She may not understand him, but Standard has been designed to be readily understood. Russian? Not so much.] Chekov.
[What he wouldn't give for the ability to say please help me, I think I'm frozen in whatever language is native to this planet.]
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Ensign Pavel Chekov. [He speaks in calm, slow Standard. She may not understand him, but Standard has been designed to be readily understood. Russian? Not so much.] Chekov.
[What he wouldn't give for the ability to say please help me, I think I'm frozen in whatever language is native to this planet.]